“Dreams are the speech of my soul.”
Carl Jung Depth Psychology Facebook Group
C.G. Jung, On the Soul and Dreams
“I must learn the dregs of my thought, my dreams, are the speech of my soul.
I must carry them in my heart, and go back and forth over them in my mind, like the words of the person dearest to me.
Dreams are the guiding words of the soul.
Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?
You think that the dream is foolish and ungainly.
What is beautiful?
What is ungainly?
What is clever?
What is foolish?
The spirit of this time is your measure, but the spirit of the depths surpasses it at both ends.”
C.G. Jung The Red Book Page 232
The High Chant is OM.
speech speech speech speech speech speech speech
Jung’s marginal note to the calligraphic volume:
“Khandogya-Upanishad I,2,I-7-” The Chandogya Upanishad reads:
“Once, when the gods and demons, both children of Prajapati, arrayed themselves against each other, the gods got hold of the High Chant.
‘With this we will overpower them,’ they thought. /
So they venerated the High Chant as the breath within the nostrils. The demons riddled it with evil. As a result, one smells with it both good
and evil odors, for it is riddled with evil. /
Then they venerated the High Chant as speech. The demons riddled it with evil. As a result, one speaks with it both what is true and what is false, for it is riddled with evil. /
Then they venerated the High Chant as sight. The demons riddled it with evil. As a result one sees with it both what is good to see and what is not, for it is riddled with evil. /
Then they venerated the High Chant as hearing. The demons riddled it with evil. As a result, one hears with it both what is good to hear and what is not, for it is riddled with evil. /
Then they venerated the H1gh Chant as the mind. The demons riddled it with evil. As a result, one envisages with it both what is good to envisage and what is not, for it is riddled with evil. /
Finally; they venerated the High Chant as just this breath here within the mouth. And when the demons hurled themselves at it, they were smashed to bits like a clod of earth hurled against a target that is a rock”
(Upanishads, tr. P. Olivelle [Oxford: Oxford University Press, I996]). The “H1gh Chant” is OM. ~Liber Novus, Page 289, Footnote 145.
“Dreams are the speech of my soul.”
Carl Jung Depth Psychology Facebook Group
C.G. Jung, On the Soul and Dreams
“I must learn the dregs of my thought, my dreams, are the speech of my soul.
I must carry them in my heart, and go back and forth over them in my mind, like the words of the person dearest to me.
Dreams are the guiding words of the soul.
Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?
You think that the dream is foolish and ungainly.
What is beautiful?
What is ungainly?
What is clever?
What is foolish?
The spirit of this time is your measure, but the spirit of the depths surpasses it at both ends.”
C.G. Jung The Red Book Page 232
The woman within me does not have the same speech center as I have
When I was writing down these fantasies, I once asked myself, “What am I really doing? Certainly this has nothing to do with science. But then what is it?”
Whereupon a voice within me said, “It is art.” I was astonished. It had never entered my head that what I was writing had any connection with art.
Then I thought, “Perhaps my unconscious is forming a personality that is not me, but which is insisting on coming through to expression.”
I knew for a certainty that the voice had come from a woman.
I recognized it as the voice of a patient, a talented psychopath who had a strong transference to me. She had become a living figure within my mind.
Obviously what I was doing wasn’t science. What then could it be but art?
It was as though these were the only alternatives in the world. That is the way a woman’s mind works.
I said very emphatically to this voice that my fantasies had nothing to do with art, and I felt a great inner resistance.
No voice came through, however, and I kept on writing.
Then came the next assault, and again the same assertion: “That is art.”
This time I caught her and said, “No, it is not art! On the contrary, it is nature,” and prepared myself for an argument.
When nothing of the sort occurred, I reflected that the “woman within me” did not have the speech centers I had. And so I suggested that she use mine.
She did so and came through with a long statement.
I was greatly intrigued by the fact that a woman should interfere with me from within.
My conclusion was that she must be the “soul,” in the primitive sense, and I began to speculate on the reasons why the name “anima” was given to the soul.
Why was it thought of as feminine? Later I came to see that this inner feminine figure plays a typical, or archetypal, role in the unconscious of a man, and I called her the “anima.”
The corresponding figure in the unconscious of woman I called the “animus.” ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams and Reflections
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